No way to make a living
I WORKED IN AN OFFICE FOR 16 YEARS: an office an hour and a half from my home, once you take into account the bike ride, train journey, bus ride, and all the waiting and walking in between. And the reverse applies for the home trip. That’s a fifth of my waking hours swallowed by the commute. But you’ll notice the past tense, because all of that changed a few weeks ago when I switched to a completely different approach. I’m now living the remote working dream, not the come-into-the-office-come-hell-or-highwater vision that became fashionable back in the day when Dickens created Ebenezer Scrooge. Why did I stick to that routine for so long? And why, assuming you’re still doing the 9 to 5 immortalised by Dolly Parton, do you? I fully appreciate…